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Peace, and quiet in a small town
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UNADILLA — Everybody has a dream of the perfect getaway. For some, it is the mountains. For others it is the beach.


Personally, I favor something in the middle.


So, I pulled out my trusty Georgia map the other day and poked my finger around the center of the state and landed at Unadilla.


Unadilla is an Iroquois Indian word meaning “council place” or “place of meeting.” Some guys who were building the railroad named it. 


There weren’t many Iroquois tribal gatherings around Unadilla, because they lived mostly up North. In fact, the state of New York has two places named Unadilla. There is also one in Nebraska and one in Michigan.


Our Unadilla is just south of Perry along Interstate 75. Its newest claim to fame is that it is the home of David Ragan, driver of the No. 6 UPS Ford in the NASCAR Sprint Cup Series. 


It is also the place where the third Stuckey’s location was built. Folks coming south on U.S. 41 received their first taste of the famed Stuckey’s Pecan Log Roll. You couldn’t get anything quite like that in Unadilla, N.Y., Mich. or Neb.


About 15 years ago, Frank and Susie Giles had a big old empty farmhouse.


Their boys, Don, David, Mike and Frank Jr., had all grown up and gone their separate ways. They decided to turn the 150-year-old farmhouse into a bed and breakfast inn.


Recently, I paid them a visit.


It’s not on the main road. Don’t just drive down there, because you may not find it.


I had good directions, and if you want peace and quiet out in the country, this is it. It’s the kind of place that reminds you of that old saw about being so far out in the country that the sun sets between the house and the road.


They call it Sugar Hill Bed and Breakfast. The house is a long two-story brick place that has that sturdy look that was so common in homes of that era. 


They’ve made the place a comfortable and cozy inn, and it was like being in that storybook kind of home place that one could easily long for.


They have the modern amenities, like TV and Internet, but they have a big front porch with rocking chairs that would be perfect for watching a sunset across the open spaces. 


It’s quiet. There is not a house nearby and it’s a good four or five miles to the busy interstate highway.


The upstairs rooms are named for Frank and Susie’s sons, while the larger room is Mom and Pop’s room, complete with a sitting area and a garden tub.


Waking up there on a Saturday morning to the aroma of a hearty country breakfast was the real treat of my visit. Susie knows her way around a kitchen and served up a hash brown casserole that was just wonderful. She complemented it with eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits and fresh fruit.


We sat down and enjoyed the fellowship around the dining room table and for a moment, all seemed right in the world.


If you’re ever in that neck of the woods, look them up. If you call in time, they’ll leave the porch light on.


Harris Blackwood is the author of “When Old Mowers Die.” His e-mail address is